Now is the Time

I'm moving in two weeks. I have no idea where to or what I'll do when I get there. That statement in and of itself seems completely contradictory to the title of this blog, but I don't really think so. Let me explain.
This past winter I was 3 years into a good paying, year round job that worked out pretty well. My housing and utilities were covered, I worked with some cool people, and I was in an area that I don't think you can compare to many other places in the lower 48. Then something happened that made me do a lot of thinking about my life and just what I was doing with it. Ultimately I decided that the dust settling on my shoulders was not what I'd planned or wanted. I was in a place that "worked" but wasn't really making me happy. It was time to do something about it.
It took a few months before I actually made something happen. It seems the roots had started creeping into the ground a bit further than I had realized. But with an opportunity at hand and some serious scrambling with logistics I packed it all up and went chasing the dream. It was a bit scary at first, it's been a while since my couchsurfing/skiing/boozing/mt. biking days. Here I was, leaving it all behind (so cliche, I know) and jumping back into the unknown. I had a vague direction but no idea what I was really in for.
One of my earliest memories is of a friend of my Dad's who came to visit. I was pretty young but vividly remember his pictures of giant bears, towering mountains, soaring eagles, and leaping fish. Growing up, I always told myself that I would end up there some day and now I was on my way, enough fishing gear for whatever I might encounter, trusty pooch, and a duffel bag of clothes. I had a job offer to be a fly fishing guide in Alaska and there was no stopping me. "The Dream" was at hand.
It's now the end of the season up here, and I'll head south again in a few weeks, pick up the pieces, and be on to the next thing. The summer's been quite the experience to say the least. I've done some amazing things and met some awesome people. A lot of my clients this summer were older gents who told me that they had wanted to come up here and do this their entire lives. Many of them will never get another chance. I saw one guy actually drop a tear or two after landing his first salmon. He may not have been the only one. The point of all this is that no matter what it is, we all have some dream that seems too tough to accomplish. Life gets in the way, so to speak. I followed mine and now I'm about to be homeless, unemployed, and loving it. I don't know what I'll find going forward, maybe something better or maybe something worse, but that's all part of the adventure. I'm not necessarily advocating quitting your job and leaving it all behind. Or maybe I am, I haven't decided on that one yet. Just don't let the dust settle too thick.